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up from the track
or
heavenward
for the Gore Cove Track Series
just look
and all the sky comes down to touch
ants nest half way
mid tide over
and shone in the puddling
see through it
as if sun a furthest thing
elbows of
wrists raised
in sap
strewn by leaf
least wings and loftiest
it is a place of perch and dive
not a place
from aether void
mere nothing
lift and twist to touch
see through to this
in between the sky
the sky
these old words up there still
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